"I made breakfast for
J C, he left at eight-thirty. He's going to spend the day with Orion. He'll keep them focused, he said."

Justin nodded, his
eyes meeting Lance's again.

"What did you tell
him?" Justin said, Lance softly smiling down at him.

Justin saw a lot of
caring and love in that familiar smile.

"I told him that I
came over early this morning, intending on going to the studio with you guys. I told him that I found
you looking sick, with a fever and head congestion. He thinks you're laid up in
bed with allergies."

"Why don't you shower again, Jus?
I'll round up some breakfast for you. I'll meet you in the kitchen."
"Cereal will be fine, Lancy." Justin said, Lance nodding.

"Meet you in the
kitchen." he smiled, walking out of the room, Justin's blue eyes following him.

Justin sighed, rising
out of bed, walking quietly into the bathroom.

Lance's eyes raised,
the man seated at Justin's kitchen table, the singer walking into his kitchen.

Lance had placed a box
of Frosted Flakes on the table, Justin sitting down, Lance smiling
at him.

Justin filled his
bowl, Lance setting the milk carton beside him.

A glass of orange juice lay
already poured, Justin picking it up and sipping at it.

"You need to eat,
Jus."

Justin nodded, his
blue eyes meeting Lance's green.

"You hate me, don't
you Lance?" he said, lowering his eyes.

"No, Justin. I don't
hate you, I never could hate you, you're my friend. I just need some answers."

Justin's eyes raised,
Lance staring at him with quiet compassion.

"I can't look into
your eyes, Lance. I see too much sympathy there."
"I guess I am sympathetic, Jus. For I believe you've lost yourself."
Justin nodded, staring at his cereal bowl.

"I'm bisexual, Lance.
I've hidden it from everyone for years. Even Jessica doesn't know."

"I figured that
out myself last night, Jus. So I take it that wasn't the first time for you with
guys?"
"No, Lance. It was the first time for so many guys at one time, but not my first time with a
man. I've had several low-key lovers through the last few years. And I use a
private escort service, very discreet."
"And you've been doing this since you've been with Jessica?" Lance said, Justin's head lowering again.

"Yes, Lance. The urge never leaves me.
You must think me terrible for that. I guess the Timberlake image doesn't
hold much water in your eyes now."

"I understand why, Jus. I
can't say I approve, but I can sympathize with the double life scenario. I lived
it."
Justin nodded, their eyes meeting.

"Why. . .why didn't you
just take me last night, Lance? Like the others? Why didn't you just join in and
claim Justin Timberlake's ass?"
Lance sighed, the man's hand going on top of Justin's, their eyes meeting.

"Because I've known
you for years, Justin. We've built a friendship of love and trust. I would never
break that trust by using you. As I'll now tell you that I'll never divulge your secret
either.
I'd never use that secret for any ulterior motive. I'm the same Lance you've
always known. I'm your friend."
Justin softly smiled, Lance smiling back.

"But
I do believe you need to tell Jessica, Jus. Adam Levine's an arrogant asshole. I've known the man for years. I wouldn't put it past him to tell every
player in the industry that you're available. And if that happens it's bound to
eventually be found out by Jessica."
Justin lowered his head, trembling.

"What. . .what have I
done?"
Lance sighed, moving his chair closer to Justin, his arm going around him.

"Tell me exactly what
happened last night, Justin. I need to know all of it."

"Eat, Justin. I just
need to gather my thoughts."
Justin sighed, taking a mouthful of cereal, the two sitting in silence as they
ate, Justin eating his cereal, Lance eating a bran muffin, looking deep in
thought.

"So it was basically
entrapment. Taylor was the bait, and an obvious accomplice in Adam's scheme. Then when they'd
corralled you, they notified everyone whom Adam knew would want to play with you. I'm sorry you were
trapped into that mess,
Justin. How long have you and Adam been. . .acquaintances?"

"We met at a bar two
years ago after a dance party. We got drunk and we ended up at his place. I
woke up the next morning in bed with him. We'd had sex. We met a couple of times
after that. I felt lonely last night so I. . .I called him. The biggest mistake of
my life!" Justin said, Lance rubbing his shoulder.

"You were looking for
companionship, Jus. Not a night of submission."

Lance stared at
Justin, Justin seeing determination in Lance's eyes.

"I'll handle all
of them, Justin. I'm going to make sure they all stay away from you."
"Why. . .what. . .how can you do that, Lance?"
Lance sighed, leaning forward and kissing Justin's cheek.

"You're my friend,
Justin. I love you. And when someone hurts my friend I'll defend them. You leave
them to me. I've got dirt on most of them so they'll fall in line. You don't
have to worry about that."

Justin teared up,
Lance smiling at him.

"What say you finish
your breakfast, and then maybe we take a ride down to the studio? I'm sure Josh
has Orion singing like angels. Lucas is quite taken with him. I believe
love is in the air."

Justin looked
surprised, Lance smiling at him.

"I've seen their
glances at each other. And Josh was practically beaming this morning. He told me
about their having dinner last night. I've always known when Joshy's in
love."
Justin nodded, staring at his now empty cereal bowl.

"Just as I've known
when you are."
Justin's eyes raised, Lance smiling at him.

"Jessica's a wonderful
girl, Jus. I don't think you should lie to her anymore."

Justin nodded, Lance
standing up.

"Finish your juice and
have another bowl of cereal, Curly. I'm going to make a few phone calls."
Justin nodded, smiling at Lance calling him that old nickname.

Lance smiled back, the
man walking out of the kitchen.

Lucas finished the
last chord of the piano solo, three smiling faces smiling at him.

"Awesome, guys!" a
voice said from the control booth in front of them, Orion's four stars beaming.

Lucas' violet eyes met
two blue pools, Josh smiling at him through the booth's glass windows, the man
waving a thumbs up signal.

"Thanks, Josh. But I
don't think the second chorus held together. Finny's voice was cracking a bit. I
think he's
getting a sore throat. Most old guys get that." Lucas grinned, Finn giving him a finger salute, Josh laughing in
the booth with the engineers.

"Why don't you go into
the booth and listen again to the song? Josh looks so lonely in there." Skyler
said, winking at Trish, the two women giggling, Finn smirking.

Lucas blushed, rolling
his eyes.

Trish leaned over the
piano, kissing her brother's cheek.

"The two of you have
been making gooey eyes at each other all morning. A little talk goes a long
way." she said, Lucas nodding.

He rose up, walking
towards the booth's door, entering it.

Finn smiled at the two
women, looking towards the booth.

"Ah, young love. It's
so energetic. Speaking of perfect. Those two are perfect for each other."

The two women laughed,
Finn grinning.

Josh looked up,
smiling at Lucas when he walked into the booth.

"Want to take a
listen, Luke?" he said, Lucas smiling at him and nodding, sitting down beside
him, Josh looking at the two engineers as he flicked a few switches.

"Take five guys. The
group's taking a well-deserved break." Josh said, the two engineers smiling and
getting up, heading for the lunch room and the vending machines, walking out the
main entrance doorway.

Lucas smiled at Josh,
Josh hitting a few more buttons, leaning back in the chair.

Music filled the booth, Lucas listening,
hearing Finn's voice echo around the room, music surrounding it.

"Spot on with Finn's
lead vocals. He's perfect for that solo. You really know your music structure,
Luke."
Lucas smiled, staring at Josh.

"Getting flirty are
we, Joshua?"
Josh smiled with a soft blush, looking into the booth, seeing the three other singers chatting together,
sipping water bottles.

"Do I get points for
effort?"
"No, you get smiles."
Josh met Lucas' violet eyes, a wide smile on the young man's face.

"Sweet, bonus points!"

Lucas laughed, the two
smiling at each other.

Josh's mind zoned in
on the music, watching Lucas listening to the song.

Josh smiled at Lucas,
lost in the young man's handsome face.
"Well, scholars have long thought on the subject."
Lucas smiled, seeing a mirthfulness cross Josh's face, knowing the man was being
flirtatious.

"Oh? And what was the
consensus?"

"Well, the field's
divided. Half say that love is a tangible quantity, always flowing on a path of
self-discovery. The other half say that love is an illusion, that it only
exists in people's imagination."
"I see. A conflicting hypothesis. So what do you believe is the correct answer,
Professor?"
Josh smiled, his hand going forward, taking Lucas' in his, Lucas smiling at him.

"Well, you seated here beside me is
no illusion, so love must be real. And I'm lost on a newly
discovered path. I think I'm falling in love with you, Lucas."
Lucas lowered his head, Josh staring at him.

Justin stared at Josh,
then Lucas, Lance standing back and watching Justin.

"Meet you at the
restaurant, guys. Come on Orion, your lead singer is blowing you off.
We'll drive with Lance." Justin smiled, Lance nodding at him.
"If that's all he blows today, Josh won't be so lucky." Finn grinned, Lucas now
blushing deep red.

Josh was blushing as
well, Justin staring at both.

"Meet you there,
guys." Josh said, Finn winking at Lucas, everyone laughing and walking out of the booth.

Josh's blue eyes
looked to his right, Lucas smiling at him.

"You friend's twisted,
Luke."

Lucas smiled, his
thoughts on Finn's comment.

"I hope you weren't. . ."

Josh smiled, his hand
going on top of Lucas', the young man looking at him.

"That's the farthest
thought from my mind right now, Luke."

Lucas blushed a
little, Josh smiling at him.

"I like you a lot, Lucas.
And yes, I may want to love you. Sex will be a part of that. And I know
it will be amazing. For someone as beautiful as you will be just as sensual."
Lucas smiled, hearing the caring and understanding in Josh's voice.

"It's not your pants I
want to get into right now, Luke. It's your heart."

"So quit being so
flirtatious then, Chasez. You know what you calling me Luke does to me."

Josh laughed lightly,
Lucas smiling at him.

"You're amazing, you
know that?" Josh said, Lucas nodding.

"All in due time,
sexy."
Josh smiled, Lucas' looking forward.

"So, are we going to
talk about the elephant in the car?"

Josh glanced at Lucas,
Lucas' hand squeezing his.

"I wanted to have a
private conversation with you about something, Lucas."
"I like you too, Josh. If we want to open our hearts to this newness we feel, we
should be totally honest with each other."
Josh nodded, squeezing Lucas' hand.

"After lunch we'll skip the afternoon music session. I think you and I should spend some private
time together. I think it's time we started that path with honesty."
Lucas nodded, looking into Josh's blue eyes, the vehicle having stopped at an
intersection, the restaurant just a block or so ahead.

Josh looked at Lucas, a soft
blush coming to his cheek, Lucas leaning over and lightly kissing his cheek.

"Past liaisons bind
the soul with fibers of love. I sense a well-bound soul within you, Joshua. It
perhaps mirrors my own."

The group had all met
at the restaurant, Justin buying everyone lunch, everyone laughing and enjoying
the meal.

After lunch Lucas had
begged off the afternoon session, everyone sensing where he wanted to be.

Justin agreed, the
other three bandmates going back to the studio with Justin and Lance, Justin
wanting to work on some of the background music with Finn, the girls wanting to
rehearse their backup vocals.

They all sensed that
Josh and Lucas had wanted some time alone as well to begin their relationship.

Finn had winked at
Lucas after he'd hugged him goodbye, his sister kissing his cheek, whispering in
his ear.

"Listen to him, Lucas.
Be his friend and he'll be yours."
Lucas had nodded, he and Josh leaving the group at the restaurant.

"So, would you like to
begin, Josh?"
"No, Lucas. I think you want to say something first. Let me know what you've seen."
Lucas nodded, Josh quietly looking at him.

"I've seen your best
friend lost in his own insecurities. And I've seen the way he looks at me. It
was, I think, part of the reason I. . ."
"Part of the reason you made a pass at him?"
Lucas nodded, their eyes meeting.

"Justin hides it
well, but
I sense he's into guys."

Josh nodded, looking
into Lucas' violet eyes.

"Justin's bisexual,
Lucas. I've known for quite a while."

Lucas nodded, his hand
going into Josh's.
"How long was your relationship with him?"

Josh looked stunned,
Lucas smiling at him.

"I'm young, but not
blind, Josh."

Josh recovered from his
shock, Lucas looking at him, Josh lost in those loving violet eyes.

"I've seen the passed
glances between the two of you, Joshua. I feel in my heart that Justin was at
one time a large part of your heart, perhaps still is."

"It was when we were
at the height of N*Sync's rise. I was always the big brother to him. We were
really close. And he was a young man on the edge of his blossoming sexual
newness. I gave in to his needful demands. He was so energetic, so full of love
and beauty, it was easy to do."
Lucas nodded again, staring at Josh.

"But he was young,
Lucas. He was experimenting with his sexuality. I was a release for him in that
regard. A newness of self-discovery. It didn't last long, Britney drawing him
forward onto the path of heterosexuality. We never lost our love for each other,
but Justin went forward with his destined life."
"And you, Joshua?"
Josh's blue eyes met Lucas'.

"It was a long time
before I got over him. And then I met Bryce. And again I was hurt, but in a more
heart-wrenching way."
Lucas' arm now went around Josh, Josh feeling his support and compassion.

"That relationship was
built on love and trust. I loved him and trusted him. He failed me in both ways.
He cheated on me repeatedly. I was too stupid to see it. And then the money started
to disappear."
"He was robbing you?"
Josh nodded, Lucas tightening his hold on him.

"I gave him access to
my accounts, we were in love, living together. I never thought that he'd be that
conniving, that underhanded. He played me for over a year. If Justin hadn't
gotten wind of the man's spending habits I would have remained oblivious. He and
Joey cornered Bryce with the truth. They actually set him up to show his hand.
And I saw it all then. The mistrust, the deceit, the fool I'd been. I lost so
much in that relationship. I gave all and lost all. Trust, hope, love."
Lucas leaned forward, kissing Josh's cheek.

"The man wasn't the
man I thought I knew. And that scares me so much."
Josh lowered his head, Lucas seeing the emotion in his face.

"You're afraid that
you won't be able to trust someone completely again. That you'll be hurt by lies
and dishonesty."

"Yes, Lucas." he said,
their eyes meeting.

Lucas smiled at the
older man.

"Justin was so lucky to
have someone so giving and loving as his first." Lucas said, Josh's eyes meeting
his.

"He was so young, so
innocent. But he was also so focused. I knew then that I was only a moment in
his blossoming life. He walked away from our relationship, focusing on the
greater prizes ahead. He went on to his fame, and also the path of denial he now
walks. He chose to hide his sexuality. I don't hate him for that, all I've ever
done is love him. I think he really loves me now as a brother."
Lucas nodded, his hand going in Josh's.

"His love showed you
the truth of your lover's infidelity. He was there when you needed him the most,
as that friend you love."
Josh nodded, their eyes meeting again.

"I was Justin's first
lover and he. . .he was my last."
Lucas stared at Josh, the man's blue eyes filled with emotion.

"Justin and I ended up
together again after Bryce showed his true colors. Justin was so attentive, so
giving of his love when I was so destroyed. His love, it. . ."
Lucas pulled Josh into his arms, the man hugging him.

"His love was what you
needed. He showed you that perhaps you could trust someone again. He gave you a
rope to hold onto."
Josh nodded, Lucas breaking their embrace, staring at him.

"It surprises me that
Justin is bisexual, especially after me throwing myself at him. But it doesn't
surprise me that he was there for you when you needed him. I see the deep love
in his eyes for you."

"Luke. . .I. . .we. . ."

Lucas smiled, his
fingers going to Josh's cheek.

"I understand, Josh. I
see before me a man with a giving soul, and I see Justin's love for you. I only
need to know one thing."
Josh nodded, Lucas taking both of Josh's hands in his.

"Do you still love
him, Josh? Do you still long for him?"

Josh stared into
Lucas' violet pools.

"No, Lucas. I love
Justin as the brother he always was. And he's set on his own path, away from
that once fragile needful love. He loves Jessica, I sense that deeply."
Lucas nodded, leaning forward and lightly kissing Josh's lips.

"I believe you,
Joshua."

Josh smiled, his blue
eyes staring at Lucas.

"I'm glad you opened
your life to me, Joshua. We can now go forward with open, honest souls. The past
is the past, it can't be changed. But the future is a path we can forge
together. Built on honesty, trust and love."

Josh teared up, seeing
so much in Lucas' violet eyes.

"You can let go of the
rope, Joshua. I think you've found the man you can trust with all of your soul."

Josh stared at Lucas,
the young man smiling at him.

Lucas moved forward,
pushing Josh back on the couch, the young man now laying on top of him, his head
going against Josh's chest, Josh wrapping his arms around him, the young man
laying on top of him.

They held each other
for a few minutes, Josh and Lucas both lost in the heated togetherness they
felt.

Josh broke the silence
with a question filling his mind.

"How. . .how does my
truth make you feel, Lucas? Now that you know. . ."

Lucas raised his head,
their eyes meeting.

"Now that I know
Justin and you had a relationship?"
Josh nodded, Lucas staring at him.

"Justin is a beautiful
man, Josh. A physical and personal beauty. I see easily why you fell in love
with him."

Josh nodded, Lucas
staring into his soul.

"But the beauty of his
own soul lays in the soul of the man who forged that soul. That man's you,
Joshua."
Josh looked surprised by Lucas' answer.

"I see you in Justin's
mannerisms, in his giving soul, in his helpful love. Yes he's beautiful, but
he's a mirror image of your love, Josh. It's you that's captured my soul, I
think you're starting to make it your own. I am falling in love with you, Josh.
Not Justin. That's the first truth you need to fill your soul with."
Josh stared into Luke's eyes.

"You have no
attraction to him?"

Lucas smiled, leaning
forward and kissing Josh's lips.

"The only desire I now
have for him is my desire to be his friend."

Josh smiled, Lucas
staring at him.

Lucas lowered his head
for a moment, then raised his eyes, Josh staring into two tear-filled orbs of
violet hurt.

"You were lucky, Joshua. The last
moments of physical love you experienced were Justin's giving love and beauty.
The last moment I experienced was rape."

Lucas lowered his
head, Josh's hand going slowly in his, Josh not wanting to alarm Lucas with too
much closeness.

"Yes, Josh. The last
time was the night before he attacked me. That night he attacked my soul even
more. He raped me with a baseball bat. The same baseball bat he beat me with the
next morning."
Josh looked shocked, Lucas' pools of violet pain meeting his.

"I've never told
anyone that, not even my sister or Finn. I never told them of the sexual abuse
he gave me, only the physical. Scars don't always show." he said, Josh
staring at him with compassion.

"I'm. . .I'm so sorry,
Lucas. I hate that bastard! I want to. . ."
Lucas's arm went around Josh, Josh surprised at his caring touch.

"Revenge isn't the
answer, Josh. The past is gone."

Josh nodded, looking
at Lucas.

"Jake was the only
lover I had, Josh. I only had one moment of true physical love with him. That
was the first night he slept with me. The night I became lost in an illusion of
false love. From that night onward he held claim to me. And he claimed me often,
each time becoming more brutal, more demanding."
Josh's arm went slowly around Lucas, the young man sinking into Josh's body.

"He was so abusive,
Josh! I was so afraid of him at the last! I was so afraid he'd kill me!"
Josh held Lucas, feeling the pain unleashed, the young man crying now against
his chest.

Grayson's eyes scanned
the young man's forearm which lay across his chest, the man's thoughts going
back to last night.

That arm seems to
have healed rapidly, my young friend.

I know my massages
can do wonders, but not that.

He smiled, looking at
the young man's face.

You were
magnificent, my young buck.

And your seduction
was well-planned.

Too well-planned.

I am not a fool.

Grayson smiled,
remembering the evening, and the young man's slow seduction.
The two had had lunch, Grayson listening to the young man's life story, and
quietly watching his showing beauty.

Grayson had always had
a weakness for younger lovers.

And this young man was
strikingly beautiful.

Grayson had invited
him back to his hotel to discuss some options he had that might help the young
man find work.

That invitation had
turned into a night of talking, the young man slowly enticing Grayson into this
bed.

Grayson smiled,
looking down at the young man.

Your moves were
exciting, my young friend.

And your stamina
well worthy of your youthful needs.

Thank you for
stoking the fires of this old heart.

It had been too
long.

Your youthful
energy was just what this old soul needed.

I can use that
energy to find the answer.

Grayson smiled, gently
rolling the young man onto his back, Carl not waking.

Grayson silently
pulled himself out of bed, putting on his robe, walking quietly out of the
bedroom into the adjoining living room.

He walked across the
room, going to the ornate desk set in front of the large windows.

Grayson sat down at
the desk, clicking on the desk lamp, the room bathed in a quiet light.

He opened a drawer,
pulling out his briefcase, opening it on top of the desk, pulling out the
folders laying within.

His eyes went to the
bedroom, the room bathed in darkness.

Grayson stared at the
folders, his mind on everything.

He sighed, opening the
files, browsing through their contents.

A few hours later he'd
scanned everything again, the last thing from them he held in his hand.

It was the photograph
of the group of people in Emerson's library back on the estate.

"Friends of scholarly
togetherness, friends for life. But one of you has gone on to your final
reward." Grayson softly said, his eyes scanning the photo and the names listed
under it.

"Pompous Darlings."
he
smiled, remembering Tristan's old name for his small group of friends.

"You were not so
pompous on that last night together. The night of the truth's showing." he said,
staring at the six faces, lost in their youthful beauty.

His eyes went to the
first man on the right, the young man seated on a couch's armrest, three of his
friends seated beside him on the couch, another on the other armrest, the last
man standing behind the couch, his arms encircling the three on the couch.

"Forever their guiding
force, Tristan. And forever Tricky, as you've so lately shown." he said,
taking in the young man's features, seeing Emerson's face shining in his more
youthful beauty.

His eyes went to the
man seated on the other armrest, his youthful features showing a French
heritage, the beret he wore on his head naming him as French.

"Jacques Gambon, my
sacrificial friend. You gave your life to protect him. He shall come to know of
your giving love." he softly said, staring at the youthful apparition showing
before him of the man he'd met in Istanbul.

"Forever Frenchie
to these five old friends." he said, his finger rubbing across the Frenchman's
face.

His eyes went to the
others, focusing on the man standing behind the couch.

"You always were out
of the group's center, he trying to draw you in, Puck." Grayson said,
staring at the man.

"You should have taken
in his love, instead of walking into shadows. I am sorry for starting that path
for you." he said, the man lost in thoughts of the past.

His eyes went to the
man seated in the middle of the couch, Grayson smiling.

"And the ever-giving
Lewd. Such a play on your path of devotion, Lewis. Never was there such a
giving young man. The only lewdness was in your vicarious fun." Grayson smiled,
remembering the young reverend.

Grayson had been
sidetracked all evening, his thoughts on the good reverend forgotten.

I shall visit you in
the morning, old friend.

Grayson's eyes went to
the other two young women seated on both sides of the young minister.

"Beauty,
Tristan's soul. Your beauty intoxicated all of us. I hope for your sake--and his--the last twenty years have been what you dreamed of."
he softly said, looking at
the young woman, and Tristan sitting on the couch's armrest beside her.

Their hands were entwined, their
forever showing love on full display.

Grayson sighed,
remembering their love for each other.

You walked away
from destiny into the night of love.

I hope the path was
worth it.

Grayson sighed, his
eyes going to the last person seated on the couch.

He stared at her
youthful face, her long blond hair cascading over her shoulders, her smile wide
and inviting, her blue eyes sparkling like diamonds.

"And the ever happy
Vivacious. I had forgotten about you, little spirit of mirthful love. Where
has your life taken you?" he said softly in the silent room, his eyes going to
the bedroom's darkness, no sound coming from there.

Grayson stared at the
young woman, his thoughts on her forgotten smile.

He looked through his
folders, remembering the file, pulling it out and opening it.

The life of a
teacher, married with two children.

You were the most
vivacious, but here now you have the most sedentary life.

He briefly perused the
file, taking in her married name, and her rather quiet life.

He sighed, about to
close the file, his eyes going to one line typed under her birth date.

The man quickly closed the
file, his mind jumbled with thoughts and a dawning clarity.

The last of your
friends, perhaps the center of all of it.

She has to be the
answer.

I must see Lewis immediately.

Grayson heard
movement, a young man walking out of his bedroom, Grayson's eyes going to the
man's naked form.

"You're up early, Grayson. You've
left my warmth." Carl said, the young man's eyes going to the
papers strewn across the desk, Grayson picking them up and dumping them into his
briefcase.

"Just couldn't sleep. I work
when I rise."
he said, closing the briefcase, his eyes meeting the young man's pools of
blueness.

"I guess I wasn't enough for you. I
thought for sure you'd sleep for hours. You were very energetic." Carl said, smiling at the older man.

Grayson smiled, the
older man rising to his feet, his eyes taking in every inch of the young
man's naked beauty.

He saw the risen state of Carl's
swinging shaft.

"And I see you rise to the
occasion as well. Your youthfulness has
energized my soul, Carl. I can now take on the world, as I must."

The young man smiled,
his eyes glancing at the briefcase.

"You're working on
such a quiet morning?"
Grayson smiled, setting his briefcase down by the desk's leg.

"Just some last minute
details for Emerson. I can now focus back on you. I had planned on pleasing you
all morning." he said, the young man smiling.

"I'm leaving in a few
hours, unfortunately. I have to pack and then catch a late flight out back to
New York. I have to get going on my life again."

Grayson nodded, the
young man seeing his eyes scan his body again.

"How about you miss
that flight, Carl? I'd love to spend the next few hours revisiting every inch of
you. And then I'd like to offer you a new job."
Carl looked surprised, staring at Grayson.
"A job? With you and Emerson Belmont?"

"With me actually. As
my personal secretary. I've been needing one for years."
Carl smiled widely, walking up to the older man, wrapping his arms around him.

"This isn't offered
because I slept with you last night? I'm usually not this forward, it's
just. . .well. . .I've always been attracted to older men. You're so giving, and
beautiful. And you were so amazing in your energy. I've never felt a man take me
like that before."
Grayson smiled, the young man smiling back as Grayson's hands went to the young
man's center, stroking his erection..

"No, son. This isn't because of
your amazing body or desires. I've checked
out your background while you slept. I do have all connections to Belmont
Industries. You're intelligent, organized and determined. What I have here
in my hand is just an added bonus."

Carl smiled, knowing that Haven had
made all the necessary plans in regards to Carl's deceptive employment records.

"Thank you for having that much faith
in me. And for wanting all of me." Carl said, his hand going under Grayson's robe, Grayson moaning softly.

"Oh, yes. I'm sure I'll be very happy
with your services. Professional and discretional."

"Then I guess I should
keep my new boss happy." he said, Grayson smiling as Carl took his hand, guiding
him back towards the bedroom, pulling at Grayson's robe, the man following him
into the bedroom.

Both men were lost in
their own thoughts, two minds on different paths.

I'll fuck you into
submission, you old fart.

You're going to
show and tell me everything.

And Haven's going
to reward me greatly.

You'll never see it
coming.

I'm that talented, all right.

Carl smiled, falling back on the
bed, Grayson falling on top of him, the two locked in a heated kiss.

Grayson's thoughts matched Carl's.

I keep my friends
close and my enemies closer, Carl.

I'll use you and
I'll own you.

Haven's plan won't
bear fruit.

And you I'll indeed own, my young beauty.

It starts here now.

Carl moaned as Grayson
lay on top of him, the older man's face meeting his as they broke their kiss.